In the fresh morning light
I gaze over the leaf-strewn lawn
that was shrouded in moon-white
just four hours ago. Whether I call
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In the fresh morning light I gaze over the leaf-strewn lawn that was shrouded in moon-white just four hours ago. Whether I call myself night-owl or night-hawk, the result is the same ruffled feathers. - - - -While day light is to see, night time is shrouded in mystery.But the inquisitive mind always seeks an answer..
Sterling piece Daniel. Night has a lot to offer n a poetic mind is quick to grasp it. You do it so beautifully. The reader can experience the transcendence here with you. My mind too follows the tides of the night. Very well written. A huge 10.